This is not Idaia's closet.
It's something weird.
That could be either a really good thing or a really bad thing.
She probably wasn't going to succeed at what she needed to succeed at anyway; worth the gamble.
She steps inside.
This is not Idaia's closet.
It's something weird.
That could be either a really good thing or a really bad thing.
She probably wasn't going to succeed at what she needed to succeed at anyway; worth the gamble.
She steps inside.
Mkay. Tell Imliss you're here so she can drive the car to the place where the trailer is and come back?
"That sounds nice. Fëanáro -"
Fëanáro has seized a computer and is figuring out English.
"He'll probably keep."
"At some point you might want to take a look at the longer version of the story, it has interesting details omitted from the short one. Humans showed up in Endorë!"
Imliss gets the car keys from Tyelcormo, hugs him and her sister collectively, and goes off to fetch the trailer.
"Some of them worked for Melkor, some of them sided with Fëanor's kids, some of them became vassals of various Elven political entities, nothing else so far but I'm not all that far in..."
"They - they did five hundred years of a lot of good and then a hundred horrible years of bad, it's - hard to square. Easy to see how their people followed them to the bitter end.
Fëanor's eldest spent five Years in Angband. I was hoping it'd have been less than that."
"I've done trauma work but - that's a little scaled up, is my impression, from anything I've handled..."
"I'd try if he wanted but if he doesn't - or if I can't get anywhere - I'm not sure how to explain that to Fëanáro -"
"He coped pretty badly with the Valar exiling you. Not that I could really blame him - they could have gotten you killed, he was right to be so angry - there've been protests of Mandos -"
"Resurrections have temporarily been suspended." He sighs. "It's a mess. None of it your fault."